It's quiet. But not silent. I can hear the breeze brushing the trees by my window. It's a soft breeze. I'm happy there's a breeze. It fills the emptiness in my mind. I'm laying down on my bed. Lighlty chewing the cord on my headphones. Because I don't know. My eyes are starting to sting. Probably because my body wants me to sleep. But I am wide awake. Wide awake. Lately I've been spending my nights just laying in bed with my eyes closed for who knows how long. Slowly breathing in the air in my room. It's scent helping me travel through time. Back to the nights I spent laying down on this bed. Smiling. Laughing. Crying. Dreaming. Wondering. Singing. Listening. Whispering. Imagining. Loving. Sighing. Sighing from happiness. Sighing from disappointment. Sighing from exhaustion.

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Sigh

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Ha... I'm losing track of the days. What day is it? What time is it? ...my watch is frozen. 6 hours, 38 minutes. 29 seconds. I don't even remember if yesterday was yesterday or the day before. Or maybe even the day before the day before yesterday. ... I guess it doesn't really matter so much. Hey look, it's my flute sitting on my shelf that's been collecting dust for a good number of years. It's been so long since I've played it. And there's all the worn-out Calvin and Hobbes comic books I used to read all the time over and over, never failing to entertain me. And look, my treasure box. It's sitting in the corner of the shelf where it's sort of hidden from the world. I put it there so no one would find it without going past all the ugly binders and old school work that I still have from high school. My treasure box... Treasure.....

Why do people bury their treasure anyway? To use as a safety-line if they lose everything else they have? Maybe. Or maybe they bury their treasure and hope that people would try to find it. Like pirates who always look for some old guy's extravagant fortune. Ahaha. What if some group of pirates spent their entire lives looking for some long lost treasure, only to find at the end of their grueling quest not a mountain of gold, but an old green coffee mug, a photograph, and a tiny origami paper crane all tucked inside a small box buried 5 feet under the ground. They would probably be furious out of their minds. lol. One man's treasure is another man's dirt as they say. At least I think that's how the quote goes. I forget.

What if I buried my treasure box? And someone in the future came across it? It would probably just seem like meaningless junk to them though. Maybe if I wrote a letter along with it? A letter that explains the story behind every item. It's meaning and how it came to be so important.. That way the memories would continue to live on in a sense. Maybe.. Or you know I could just burn it all. Some of the ashes would maybe travel around the world and some would decide to stick around the area. And maybe 20 or 50 years later, I would be breathing in the fresh morning air and maybe a memory would flicker back into my mind because perhaps some remains of the ashes had found its way back to me..... I know I know... totally unreasonable and pretty much impossible... but then again, maybe not so impossible at the same time. Okay fine probably impossible. But I like to think it's a possibility.

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It's going to be okay. Look at me darling. Here comes the morning sun. It comes for you. See it's smiling. Smiling for you. So don't cry. Smile. Please. Just smile...

I'll remember. Don't cry.. I believe in you.




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